A mother once thanked me for helping her son find a place to live. Weeks later, she called me a scammer — nothing had changed.
A technical talent aligned with me on everything, then went quiet and disappeared the moment things got hard — only to come back, then leave again.
A family contact who housed me for a week grew cold and suspicious, unsure what to expect from me — then wanted to be close again the moment I was gone.
Different people, different rooms, same shape: push away, then reach back.
I still don't know if the answer is to trust people less, or understand them more — maybe that's the research.